作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck Got 2 and a baby off my *****es student loan check She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later ***** I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a mutha****a This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do ***** **** these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] What? Uh, yeah For sure [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Rolling, pockets all swollen Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter I think these suckers *****, I'ma merk the whole litter Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start Life is like a movie, all I did was play my ****in' part Cheffing up the crack, the ******, and weed a la carte I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a ****in' restaurant 'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature What? [Verse 3: Raekwon] 28 days later we all getting fresh Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed From living tough times with rough lemons A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo Yeah, we still getting money right Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight Getting fresh, just cooling, my *****on my **** Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip Clip in my pocket, my rocket I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up We real, all G, 75-hundred of us Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
[00:00.000] 作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs [00:00.387] 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs [00:00.775][Intro] [00:03.868]Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh [00:10.615][Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] [00:15.952]Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats [00:18.205]Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck [00:21.016]Got 2 and a baby off my *****es student loan check [00:23.546]She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex [00:26.082]Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later [00:28.611]***** I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato [00:31.421]At the table cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers [00:33.669]Bet they try to make a play for the yayo as soon as they taste it [00:36.481]The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger [00:39.016]Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a mutha****a [00:42.105]This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me [00:44.348]Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony [00:47.158]Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid [00:49.690]Yo I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars [00:52.504]Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do ***** [00:55.041]**** these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings [00:59.265][Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] [01:00.388]What? Uh, yeah [01:06.004]For sure [01:08.826][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] [01:09.384]Rolling, pockets all swollen [01:10.788]Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding [01:13.321]A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open [01:15.849]We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient? [01:18.655]A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter [01:21.190]I think these suckers *****, I'ma merk the whole litter [01:23.724]Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her [01:26.257]Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga [01:29.063]Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start [01:31.868]Life is like a movie, all I did was play my ****in' part [01:34.394]Cheffing up the crack, the ******, and weed a la carte [01:36.920]I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a ****in' restaurant [01:39.735]'Cause back when I was 12, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager [01:43.395]We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors [01:45.928]Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later [01:48.178]Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature [01:50.992]What? [01:56.331][Verse 3: Raekwon] [02:01.945]28 days later we all getting fresh [02:04.474]Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh [02:06.996]The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch [02:09.809]My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed [02:12.337]From living tough times with rough lemons [02:14.869]A gorgeous watch, my team on a dreadful level, yo [02:17.684]Yeah, we still getting money right [02:20.225]Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight [02:23.030]Getting fresh, just cooling, my *****on my **** [02:25.284]Ba-boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip [02:28.581]Clip in my pocket, my rocket [02:30.840]I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks [02:33.373]Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up [02:36.189]I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up [02:38.997]We real, all G, 75-hundred of us [02:41.804]Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
